Page 10 of Baby, It Snowed Outside

“Maybe I’m just greedy.” She confesses.

I twirl her around so that we are facing the window seat. “Look out the window at that storm. There’s plenty of time for anything you want.”

Her palms feel like fire against my chest as I slip my hands beneath her sweatshirt, intent on removing it. Instead, my fingertips glide against her warm, bare skin. They skitter slowly up her stomach in search of a hem, yet eager to find she’s not wearing anything beneath it. A low moan escapes my lips before my mouth finds hers to once again conquer every surface. My cock is rock hard, pressed against her as she slides herself against me. My hands cup her breasts. They fill my hands perfectly. Breaking our kiss, I pant, “Why aren’t you wearing anything underneath?”

“Maybe because I secretly hoped you would be doing just this.” She replies with a pleasure filled whimper as my thumb and finger roll her nipple between them.

“Oh God, fuck yes.” I moan against her lips.

I want to rip the rest of her clothes from her body right now, right here in the middle of the den, but then I want our first time to be different. Not here. Not in this room where we grew up together. I have far too many fond memories spent in this room with her and Breck to do this here. It feels like I’m shattering the bonds of our friendship in this one act; but as wrong as it feels to hurt Breck, it also feels so right to be with Aspen.

“I’m interested to know more about the things you hoped would happen tonight?” I groan as my fingers continue to trace her nipples until they are hard peaks, begging to be caressed endlessly.

She trembles against me as our tongues collide. Every stroke against her taut nipples leaves her arching her back and gasping for air. Even if she wanted to answer me, she couldn’t.

“Tell me, Aspen. Tell me how to make up for years of waiting for this moment. I want you to tell me everything you’ve ever wanted me to do to you.” I rasp against the shell of her ear, dragging my lips against it, causing a shiver.

It only makes me want this more. The way her body responds to every touch, every word I’m whispering in her ear.

“I want you, Zane.” Her voice trembles with the confession. “I want all of you.”

Chapter seven

Aspen

Ithink I’ve died and gone to heaven. Maybe I’m actually outside freezing to death and imagining all of this. I pinch myself, trying to see if I’m hallucinating and then flinch from the pain. It’s really happening. Zane is really making out with me in his den on Christmas Eve. His hands are really up my shirt, and that’s his actual dick pressing against me. I dare a quick glance down. The outline of him is unmistakable beneath the fleece pajama pants.

“Come upstairs with me,” he begs. “I’ll give you all of me.”

Come upstairs? I think, suddenly panicking. Am I really sure I want to do this? I’ve admittedly never been up to Zane’s room. I’ve imagined what it might be like countless times, but I’ve never actually seen it. My heartbeat races as my doubts and guilt bubble to the surface all over again. His mom has always had one rule. No girls upstairs at all, period. Hard stop.

“Won’t your mom be suspicious?” I hiss.

“Mmmm.” He moans. “So what if she is?” He drags a finger down my lips, parting them with his touch. “Gosh, your lips look delicious.”

He’s ignoring my protests, and who can blame him? I want to turn the voices in my head off, begging me not to betray Breck and ruin everything. “My brother,” I whisper. “What if he breaks down the door?”

“Aspen, stop. Breck is hundreds of miles away. There’s no way he’s going to break down the door, let alone make it here in this storm. You have the text messages. He’s stuck.” Zane runs his hands through my hair, reassuringly.

I lean into his touch, every inch of me aching to feel his soft caress. I long for his fingers to ravish me, quieting every voice screaming to stop before it goes too far. His mouth is falling against mine again, begging me.

“Come upstairs, Aspen. We’ll never have another chance like this.” His voice is melting away every single one of my reservations, leaving me burning with desire. It beckons for me to listen, leading me to imagine the way I might explode on him like the waves upon a tropical shore.

“The rumors could be vicious.” I sigh, resisting his request.

“Gosh, your lips are delicious.” Zane’s lips brush mine, and then he’s sucking them between his in a dirty, underhanded, power play poised to convince me I want this. My body burns in response with the desire to have him.

Gasping for air, I take a step away from Zane. I need space. I need to clear my head. Do I want this? Do I really want this?

“Maybe just one more joint.” I suggest.

He smiles, looking me over from head to toe. The glint in his eyes makes me think he understands why I need to find a way to think clearly. Everything about him is intoxicating. My body is addicted to him. I need to be able to think straight.

“Anything for you. I’ll roll another one, then we can go upstairs and take our time.” He’s such a gentleman.

I nod in agreement, eagerly looking forward to what he’s suggesting. Even though deep inside of me, the voice that’s slowly growing louder is screaming that I don’t want to take my time. In all reality, I shouldn’t be doing this slow or fast. There’s a scandal at the root of all of it all, and if anyone found out,—especially Breck...I shiver. The overwhelming, sinking feeling that what I am doing is wrong and I need to get home hits me once more. I look at Zane rolling the joint. When he catches me, he says, “I’ve never seen a blizzard as bad as this before.”

“I’ve got to go home.” I plead with big, watery eyes.

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